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meowed and cried. She was a very, very sad little kitten.

“Why doesn’t anyone like me anymore?” she cried. “I am the same

friendly little kitten I was before. The smell of onions doesn’t make me a

different kitten.” She cried and she cried.

When she left the stream she was very careful to avoid the big muddy

patch at the edge of the stream where piglet lived. She had never spoken to

piglet. Being a very clean kitten she didn't understand why piglet was

always covered in mud. She didn't know that the mud protected piglet's

sensitive skin from the sun. Without the mud piglet would get sunburn.

As the little kitten walked up the hill toward the barn it started to rain.

Halfway up the steep hill the little kitten slipped on the wet grass and slid

all the way back down the hill to the stream. She slid right into the mud at

the edge of the stream. While trying to get out of the mud she kept slipping

and falling into the mud over and over again. Soon the poor little kitten

was completely covered in mud from the tip of her little pink nose to the

tip of her golden tail.

“Oh dear me” the little kitten cried. “First I smell like onions and now I am

covered with mud. None of my friends

will ever like me again.” She started to cry

again.

Piglet had been quietly watching the kitten

as she talked to the turtle. He watched her

leave the stream and start up the hill. He

saw her slip on the wet grass and slide

into the mud. All this time he had been